winter. part II.

we tippy-toe on beds of ice
slowing down
way down
without words because
i lost mine
deep inside somewhere
in my guts
intestines
a place that never sees
the light of day
slipping
on frozen water
our breath makes
tiny clouds in front of us
we walk
and i think
of the innocent
childhood awe of flying
as water drips down buildings
from the sun's assult on icicles
and you reach out your hand
to stop the flow
to finally warm the water.